This morning I woke up in my usual haze. In my restlessness, I started to scroll social media and came across a fitness ad. It was a guy doing planks. ”Ooh I can do planks!” I thought to myself, forgetting for a moment that I haven’t actually done one for years. My brain seemed to revert back to my fit days when my size 10 robust figure had the strength of 10 bears (well ok, it did in my head) but now my body is more rotund than robust, I’m sure one of my thighs is a size 10 though. I felt psychologically energetic so I sprung out of bed and hit the deck in full plank position counting “1…2…3…4…” and… smash! I crashed to the floor with a bang, ouch. My weary body couldn’t hold me up. Next came the surge of lactic acid through my arms and legs and I clambered back to bed.
Well, I got another hours sleep at least.